Saturday, February 17, 2018

Dear Jesse

Dear Jesse,

It's too late to win my heart. Again.

It was yours for countless seasons without you even knowing it. I waited for you to be mine like I waited for the sunrise. Everyday. And everyday, you’d show up. In cups of coffee, in senseless songs, in bus rides and my tangled hair, you’re there. And you never knew.

It is too late to change my idea of love.

You were love. You were comfort. You were the one I never had to put a wall against. You picked a part of my brain and turned it into a poem. You were  there at every turn of the year and somehow that made it less scary. You always found a way to creep into the mundane and made it special. With you, everything was special. 

It is too late to break my heart.

Not today. Not here. Not even when you show up and tell me it was me all along. I have hoped for this day to come, too many seasons over. But, not even your tears can break my heart. Not when I have grown to embrace the life without you. I have long put down my pen and closed the story that has you in it. I have no more words. None, when my heart has finally decided to find a home in someone else's arms. 

But, it is not too late to find love again. Not here, not mine, but it will be the love you need.

Someday, I will wake up and the sunrise will remind me of you. Sunrises are always beautiful. Please remember,  you will always be that to me.


I watched "Meet Me in St. Gallen" yesterday and it had the same effect "Before Sunrise" had on me. I am tempted to explain the whole emotional profile of Celeste, as she writes this letter, but I wont. Many of us can relate to Celeste at one point in our lives. And so can many of us at Jesse. 

Happy Reading. And watch the movie. 

p.s. I have not done any review in this blog nor have I promoted anything, but this time, I am promoting the movie because of how artfully it was made. The joys, thrills, frustrations of Celeste and Jesse were raw and real. 

(Photo not mine)

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Sad Truth

Sometimes we lose them to ambitions 
Sometimes we lose them to pride
Sometimes we lose them to fear
and sometimes, 
most painfully, 
we lose them to Love

Friday, January 6, 2017

Crumb Chronicles

I watch you pick the crumb that fell off your plate
I’ve never been here except in my dreams
Your words rumble through my ears
As you talk of bone marrows and cartilages
And how in many ways the human body is a microcosm of the world
While my mind slides through the events that led to this
This  déjà vu

I  don’t want to blink
afraid that in a second
The crumbs would fall back to the table
And you, back in my dreams

Back when your face was a haze
And our conversations bogus,
(always happening only in my mind)
Back when you were dining with Queens
And I,
that crumb

Monday, September 12, 2016

Love and Grace

There are memories we keep going back to. Sometimes we do it consciously, most times, out of habit. They are the ones when we loved with eyes wide open and feet flat on the ground.

But they are memories that have no future. Authenticity is no guarantee of strength. Sometimes, even true love gets tired. That’s where grace should come in.

I loved. It was grace I lacked.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Some Things

I fight to keep my eyes open
It’s one of those mornings I don’t like

You visited my dreams. Again.
And I miss you. Again.

And there’s nothing I can do about it
except to get up and concede
This is the battle I will never win at
Not today, not today.

But the dreams I’ve collected
Started to dance around
In that little pocket
of my heart
And they tell me
“Instead,  look at the stars
Some things can’t be reached
But they are beautiful where they are”

So I close my eyes one more time
In my dreams
You are mine


Friday, March 18, 2016


I made a promise
To never again write about you
Nor for you
But here I am writing you an
“I miss you”
It makes me a promise breaker
But then, 
so are you



Monday, February 29, 2016

#APoemADay Project

They say the world is round
I say mine is in the shape of you
I will keep chasing horizons
Until I find you at the end of it
Because I know
No sunset is as beautiful
No sunrise as comforting
As the ones I will spend with you

I believe in love
That’s why I refuse to accept anything else

Ending this #APoemADay project with this one. I have been writing poems since I was 14, or maybe younger. I did this exercise because I wanted to try out writing poems for the sake of writing. After writing a poem each day for several days, I discovered that I can actually write without drawing from a specific real life experience, and  that I can paint a picture with words that seemed real. So I enjoyed waking up everyday excited to find out what poem was waiting to be written.

About two weeks into it I realized, all my poems came from a single experience.No matter how many different ways I write them, they all tell the same story.  

Sara Kay, my favourite spoken word artist mentioned about Paul Valery in one of her poems and she quoted him saying “A poem is never finished, only abandoned.” And without hesitation, I agree.

I wish you were a poem
You would have been easier to walk away from.

p.s. I have only written 14 poems, only half of my target with was 29 ( one for each day of the month).